This is my igloo. I made it one afternoon for fun. I would like to illustrate an opinion of mine that is tied directly to this igloo. Stepping back for a moment I don't know if it would be ethical to refer to it simply as my igloo, I did put the majority of the snow piling into it. Well maybe that isn't completely accurate either. I'll start at the beginning. The day the igloo was begun it had snowed 6+ inches the night before and we we're looking at 34 degrees outside, cold enough that the snow didn't immediately melt but warm enough to make it malleable. So I decided to begin gathering all the snow into a large pile with the intent to hallow it out as you see in the picture, I gathered about 2/3 of the total mass in the picture before I had to go to class, but that was enough to start the fever. By the time I returned the pile had grown and to my delight all available snow was atop it. When I inquired as to what had happened I learned that upon hearing about what I was up to the entire floor had gotten very into the igloo idea and scraped all available snow together, and I happened to arrive as they were gathering containers to fill with water to give the domicile a good hard shell so when it was hallowed out it would stand for many days. The igloo was dug out over that evening and the next day by many different hands. When it was completed nearly 80 plus individuals took their turns at a stay inside, it would hold 8-10 adults at once. This illustrates a belief I have held for a long time but only just realized I had. Winter is the best possible season, Fall may give it a good run for its money, but I will always back Winter. There is just something about the snow and cold that makes people get a little tighter knit. A certain satisfaction that comes from a day in the snow, the alleviation of that bone chill that comes from being out has more of a bonding effect on people than almost any other day to day experience. If you would grant me a moment of sappiness. Winter is when I met and fell in love with my wife, it is when we got married, and it marks the several months we spent sharing a living space no bigger than a small bedroom with a two bed snugged up to an ice cold wall and these are easily some of my most favorite memories.